rAp DrEaM
Back again
Look
Real
Lord don't take me (take me)
If they owe me mine tell that bitch it's time to pay me
I remember all them times my dad said i was lazy
And I always stayed quiet that was really for my safety,
It's been so many times, my vision lookin' hazy,
But the vision looking clear from here, as of lately
If success is bitter sweet, I'm in the mood for something tasty,
I tried to speak my truth and all it did was make 'em hate me,
I love my mom to death but she had no business having babies,
Twenty-four with three to feed,
Having million dollar dreams can't tell you what that did for me,
This ain't what i want to be,
This is what i got to be if i never make shit,
I'll pull a trigger, watch me bleed
Not to be exaggerating that's how bad i want it,
I found myself buying shit just to fault it,
This forever shit and everything that's beyond it,
I'm not trying to e building, bitch I'm trying to own it
On some savage shit and for the real one's I condone it
Can't be waiting on the perfect time right now is the moment
Looking in the mirror just to see the real opponent
I like to go ghost just to see if they would notice
(Just to see if they would notice)
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me (Nah)
Everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
I got a closet full of clothes and roof over my head,
A car that I can swang and i'm comfy in my bed,
A lot of food to eat shit i'm thankful for my bread,
This shit make me feel free when i'm trapped inside my head,
I'm a chosen one and I'm way too tapped in,
Ya'll to broke to try I'll make a million off rapping
Tell me how I'm dreaming when ya'll the ones sleeping,
There's a reason why Buggati's only got two seaters,
All that bullshit I don't need it huh,
Four big checks like the ones up off my sneakers,
If i find that happiness ya'll searching for,
Finders keepers
Somebody tell the Ville that they sleeping on a Dreamer,
I either make it or I don't there ain't no in between 'em
They be jumping sides like the grass is getting greener, (yeah)
I keep a good vibe, that's just in my demeanor
All that bullshit I don't need it
(All that bullshit I don't need it)
I don't need it
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
(Rap dream)
Look
Real
Lord don't take me (take me)
If they owe me mine tell that bitch it's time to pay me
I remember all them times my dad said i was lazy
And I always stayed quiet that was really for my safety,
It's been so many times, my vision lookin' hazy,
But the vision looking clear from here, as of lately
If success is bitter sweet, I'm in the mood for something tasty,
I tried to speak my truth and all it did was make 'em hate me,
I love my mom to death but she had no business having babies,
Twenty-four with three to feed,
Having million dollar dreams can't tell you what that did for me,
This ain't what i want to be,
This is what i got to be if i never make shit,
I'll pull a trigger, watch me bleed
Not to be exaggerating that's how bad i want it,
I found myself buying shit just to fault it,
This forever shit and everything that's beyond it,
I'm not trying to e building, bitch I'm trying to own it
On some savage shit and for the real one's I condone it
Can't be waiting on the perfect time right now is the moment
Looking in the mirror just to see the real opponent
I like to go ghost just to see if they would notice
(Just to see if they would notice)
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me (Nah)
Everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
I got a closet full of clothes and roof over my head,
A car that I can swang and i'm comfy in my bed,
A lot of food to eat shit i'm thankful for my bread,
This shit make me feel free when i'm trapped inside my head,
I'm a chosen one and I'm way too tapped in,
Ya'll to broke to try I'll make a million off rapping
Tell me how I'm dreaming when ya'll the ones sleeping,
There's a reason why Buggati's only got two seaters,
All that bullshit I don't need it huh,
Four big checks like the ones up off my sneakers,
If i find that happiness ya'll searching for,
Finders keepers
Somebody tell the Ville that they sleeping on a Dreamer,
I either make it or I don't there ain't no in between 'em
They be jumping sides like the grass is getting greener, (yeah)
I keep a good vibe, that's just in my demeanor
All that bullshit I don't need it
(All that bullshit I don't need it)
I don't need it
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
Cause everybody got a rap dream but they ain't like me
(Rap dream)
Credits
Writer(s): Makayla Cristan
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